Swiftcurrent Creek i'm only a fool for you

She finds herself similarly distracted, watching the ripple of his muscles as he walks and wondering what it might feel like to touch him. She does her best to banish the thought, irritated with herself and her hormones. But she feels her heart skip as he turns and the handsomeness of his features strikes her again, and suddenly she loses her grasp on rational thought entirely. His words hardly register, though her gaze traces his lips as they move.
Do you think I'm pretty? Her tone is almost challenging, gaze sharpening. She takes two careful steps forward, head cocking slightly to one side. Her tail, which had been at a steady swish, hangs perfectly still behind her as she waits for some kind of response. It's just not fair — not fair that he can be so attractive and not seem to feel a single thing toward her. Of course, she's oblivious to his tension, the breathless edge to his words; all she can see is that he isn't touching her.